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30 April 2012

I Don’t Remember

Forget
I don’t remember
ecstasy
the summer loves
and winter tragedies
softly spoken promises
and bitter recrimination
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I don’t remember
you
any of you
partners in crimes
too sweet to resist
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I don’t remember
wounds
carved by bloody lies
and broken promises
or the hand
that wielded the knife
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I don’t remember
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21 April 2012

Something’s Coming

Dreamer

Sshh,

Something’s coming…

Something’s coming

From a long way off

Bury your head

Plough a new furrow

Cultivate a little distance

From the past

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20 April 2012

Kissing God




“Smoking this stuff is like kissing God”. Hyperbole, he did a good line in embroidery. Of course, the stuff was lethal – laced with DMT – Happy times spread across my face like the warmth of the morning sun and unfolded in my lap in a royal flush. 

I swam where the dolphins swam and ran where the children ran. I found the place where all the dreamers came from. I was as light as the breeze, as helpless as a child. I wouldn’t leave a ripple if you dropped me in the ocean. “See the little crystals? That’s the magic right there, in them crystals.” So he thought; the magic was in us – in the forms reflected in those crystals  – one of which was divine.
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6 April 2012

The Biggest Lie

Army-Boots
You was the giant killer
Big chief of the Zulus
You was a hard man
King of the Hoodoos
Your word was law
Your name was God
But you’re the biggest lie
That has ever been told
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2 April 2012

Mute

MUTE
I dreamed that they banned music and silence softly ate at our minds and infiltrated our hearts until we were made of nothing but emptiness. Our voices contained no lyricism, or colour. Our thoughts contained no conflict, or wonder. Even our faces gave up and died – their blank countenances conveyed neither happiness nor pain, their egoless expressions were one and the same. A world without music was a world without tears, a world without laughter. A world without music was like a play without actors.
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Image ‘Mute’ by Maya Kulenovic
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